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Issue #81, Coot Lake, Boulder, Colorado, February 1, 2004. Haikutimes staff writers Robert Power, Patrick Lynn, Sara Benson and Jonathan Machen descend upon Coot Lake in Boulder, Colorado, for a quick examination of a thawing lake in early February sunshine.
moon struck in the bright
of day over ice, geese,
and IBM
known hiaku artist
seen walking with white journal
while dog sniffs her butt
shadows on snow, clouds,
even the just-past-half-full moon
all blue
snowy foothills
as insubstantial as
yesterday's stroganoff
the hole in the ice
beckons to the submerged bubble
'come to me - be free'
in the light- teasel
become hundreds of rocks
thrown in the air
tossing dead pigskin
in testosterone ocean
superbowl showdown
first the honking
even geese skid to a stop
gently, on water
my shadow motionless
golden-tipped grass stalks
embedded in it's chest
winter walk
yarrow, willow, amber, and rose
a slight but chilly breeze on my chin
earth-artist creates
with limited palette of
browns blue golds and white
smallest duck
leads the gaggle of geese
across the icy water
still-frozen brown stones
undeniably committed
to this winter shore
two mallards bobbing
their heads so bizarrely
they must be courting
there is no real use
in grabbing the first haiku
that happens to come along
bounding labrador
creates ruckus on the lake
ducks and dogs don't mix
triangulation
three guys putting up a shed
larry, moe and curly
hazy cloud hovers
like smoke above the dusty
snow-covered peaks
working in the snow
january shed-raising
walls rise, snowflakes fall
are they sleeping or
fishing out there on the
edge of the ice?
from teasel forest
i watch two falcons hunting
then resting in trees
small dark figure
hunched and writing by the
vast white frozen lakeside
sad tug-of-war
between rambunctious dogs and
their willful owners
amidst guilt, shame and
longing - a glimpse of the landscape
haiku moment
walking, making plans
people reflecting on life
around icy lake
it moves so slowly -
the air bubbles under ice
-like an amoeba
sprawling house with a
great view of the mountains
and me peeing in their field
moon struck in the bright
of day over ice, geese,
and IBM
known hiaku artist
seen walking with white journal
while dog sniffs her butt
shadows on snow, clouds,
even the just-past-half-full moon
all blue
snowy foothills
as insubstantial as
yesterday's stroganoff
the hole in the ice
beckons to the submerged bubble
'come to me - be free'
in the light- teasel
become hundreds of rocks
thrown in the air
tossing dead pigskin
in testosterone ocean
superbowl showdown
first the honking
even geese skid to a stop
gently, on water
my shadow motionless
golden-tipped grass stalks
embedded in it's chest
winter walk
yarrow, willow, amber, and rose
a slight but chilly breeze on my chin
earth-artist creates
with limited palette of
browns blue golds and white
smallest duck
leads the gaggle of geese
across the icy water
still-frozen brown stones
undeniably committed
to this winter shore
two mallards bobbing
their heads so bizarrely
they must be courting
there is no real use
in grabbing the first haiku
that happens to come along
bounding labrador
creates ruckus on the lake
ducks and dogs don't mix
triangulation
three guys putting up a shed
larry, moe and curly
hazy cloud hovers
like smoke above the dusty
snow-covered peaks
working in the snow
january shed-raising
walls rise, snowflakes fall
are they sleeping or
fishing out there on the
edge of the ice?
from teasel forest
i watch two falcons hunting
then resting in trees
small dark figure
hunched and writing by the
vast white frozen lakeside
sad tug-of-war
between rambunctious dogs and
their willful owners
amidst guilt, shame and
longing - a glimpse of the landscape
haiku moment
walking, making plans
people reflecting on life
around icy lake
it moves so slowly -
the air bubbles under ice
-like an amoeba
sprawling house with a
great view of the mountains
and me peeing in their field
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen